Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Thirteen: Strange Things

Chapter Thirteen: Strange Things

I wake up with a heavy feeling in my chest and sweat on my sheets and clothing. I don't feel that great and I wonder what happened last night to make me toss and turn. I know I slept terribly due to the evidence on the bed, the mess of dark red sheets beneath me and on the floor. I must have had another nightmare, this one thankfully escaping my conscious mind.

I crawl out of bed and force myself to my feet. There's just something off in the way my body feels, sort of like I'm not really present, but I know I am. I just can't put my finger on the exact feeling inside of me.

I stretch and yawn, meandering over to the desk in the corner of my room. I sit down and stare at the sleek wooden surface, the place at which I bet Simon sat hundreds of times before. I slide my hand against the smooth wood, watching my pale skin contrast against the dark brown.

What is off about this? Why do I feel strange?

I stare at my hand, watching the light blue veins that have appeared through my translucent skin. Since when have I become so pale? I mean I know I'm pretty much on the unhealthy side right now, but am I really this pale?

I sit back in the chair and spin, staring upwards at the ceiling. What could be going on with me?

I glance back down at the bed I had just left and freeze.

"What the..," I whisper, shock filling my entire core as I stare at the person on the bed.

Me.

I'm just lying on that dark red bed, the white canopies somehow having come undone and now billowing around with the help of some kind of wind, but the windows are closed. I can't help but stare at myself, watching the way my chest slowly goes up then back down. Surely that's a good sign, but when you're watching it happen, I don't know how to respond to it.

I stand up and walk towards myself, or what appears to be me, and stare down at my pale face. My lips are pink, which I heard is a good sign, and my skin isn't as pale as it seemed a couple moments ago when I compared it to the color of the wood. But I was still much more pale than I was a couple months ago.

I just stand there and watch myself sleep, the entire time wondering just what could have caused me to go through this weird out-of-body experience. Because that's what this is and I know that. I've somehow left my body and now I'm just standing over myself.

Chills break out over my skin. This is just too creepy.

Curiosity builds up in me and I go to my door. Is this like one of those ghost experiences? Can I just walk through the door? I try to stick my hand through and am blocked by the wood. Nope, apparently that doesn't work in this circumstance.

I open the door and walk out, slowly tiptoeing towards Harry's door across from mine. I knock at the door and then cock my head at the complete silence. I didn't even make a sound.

So I can't walk through walls and I can't make noise. Alright.

I open his door and notice the curly haired boy lying face up on his own bed, his mouth slightly open as he breathes in the air around him. I stand over him and my eyes take in the dark bruise covering his neck. I bite down on my lip, refusing to make a whimper even though I know I can't make a single noise. I hate knowing that I've hurt not only Harry, but also Zayn. It's only a matter of time before I hurt someone else.

What if I can't control myself the next time? What if I don't snap out of my trance and I end up doing something much worse than what I had done to Harry and Zayn? Oh god, what if I actually kill someone?